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The Last Time I Saw You: A Novel

The Last Time I Saw You: A Novel

Автором Liv Constantine

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The Last Time I Saw You: A Novel

Автором Liv Constantine

4/5 (41 оценки)
359 pages
5 hours
May 7, 2019


“Thrilling. . . . a must-read!” — Mary Kubica 
“Masterful.” — Wendy Walker 
“I couldn’t put it down.” — Joseph Finder

In a world of wealth and privilege, a killer is hiding . . .

The internationally bestselling author of The Last Mrs. Parrish follows that success with an addictive novel filled with shocking twists about the aftermath of a brutal high-society murder.

Dr. Kate English has it all. Not only is she the heiress to a large fortune; she has a gorgeous husband and daughter, a high-flying career, and a beautiful home anyone would envy.

But all that changes the night Kate’s mother, Lily, is found dead, brutally murdered in her own home. Heartbroken and distraught, Kate reaches out to her estranged best friend, Blaire Barrington, who rushes to her side for the funeral, where the years of distance between them are forgotten in a moment.

That evening, Kate’s grief turns to horror when she receives an anonymous text: You think you’re sad now, just wait. By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll wish you had been buried today. More than ever, Kate needs her old friend’s help.

Once Blaire decides to take the investigation into her own hands, it becomes clear that all is not as it seems in Baltimore high society. As infidelity, lies, and betrayals come to light, and tensions rise to a boiling point, she begins to alienate Kate’s friends and relatives with her relentless, accusatory questions, as she tries to find Lily’s killer. The murderer could be anyone—friend, neighbor, loved one. But whoever it is, it’s clear that Kate is next on their list. . .

In The Last Time I Saw You, Liv Constantine takes the lightning pace of The Last Mrs. Parrish and raises the stakes, creating an exquisitely tension-filled and absorbing tale of psychological suspense in which innocent lives—and one woman’s sanity—hang in the balance.

May 7, 2019

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Liv Constantine is the pen name of sisters Lynne Constantine and Valerie Constantine. Together, they are the bestselling author of the Reese Witherspoon Book Club pick The Last Mrs. Parrish, The Last Time I Saw You, The Wife Stalker, and The Stranger in the Mirror. Their books have been praised by USA Today, The Sunday Times, People Magazine, and Good Morning America, among many others. Lynne and Valerie are national and international bestselling authors and their books have been translated into 27 languages, are available in 32 countries and are in development for television and film.  Lynne lives in Milford, Connecticut; Valerie in Annapolis, Maryland.  

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She screamed and tried to get up, but the room was spinning. She sat again, breathing deeply in and out, trying to focus. Was there a way to escape? Think. She rose, her legs wobbly under her. The fire was spreading now, engulfing the books and photographs. She sank down onto her hands and knees as heavy smoke filled the room. When the air became too dense with it, she pulled her shirt over her mouth, coughing as she moved across the floor toward the hall.

Help me! she croaked, though she knew there was no one around who would. Don’t panic, she told herself. She had to try and quiet herself, preserve her oxygen.

She couldn’t die like this. The smoke was getting so thick she couldn’t see more than a few inches in front of her. The heat of the flames was reaching out to consume her. I’m not going to make it, she thought. Her throat was raw, and her nose burned.

With every last bit of strength, she inched her way to the entrance hall. She lay there, panting from exhaustion. Her head was fuzzy, but the cold marble floor felt good against her body, and she pressed her cheek against its cool surface. Now she could go to sleep. Her eyes closed, and she felt herself fading until everything went black.


Only days ago, Kate had been mulling over what to get her mother for Christmas. She couldn’t have known that instead of choosing a gift, she’d be picking out her casket. She sat in numb silence as the pallbearers slowly made their way to the doors of the packed church. A sudden movement made her turn, and that’s when she saw her. Blaire. She’d come. She’d actually come! Suddenly, it was as if Kate’s mother was no longer lying in that box, the victim of a brutal murder. Instead, a different image filled her head. One of her mother laughing, her golden hair whipping in the wind as she grabbed Blaire and Kate by the hand, and the three of them ran across the hot sand, into the ocean.

Are you all right? Simon whispered. Kate felt her husband’s hand at her elbow.

Emotion choked her when she tried to speak, so she simply nodded, wondering if he’d seen her too.

After the service, the long procession of cars seemed to take hours to reach the cemetery, and once everyone had arrived, Kate wasn’t surprised to see that the line wrapped around it. Kate, her father, and Simon took their seats as mourners filled the space around the gravesite. Despite the bright sky, a few snow flurries fluttered in the air, precursors to the wintry days that lay ahead. Behind her dark sunglasses, Kate’s eyes searched each face, assessing, questioning if the murderer might be among them. Some were strangers–­–­or at least strangers to her—­and others old friends she hadn’t seen in years. As she scanned the crowd, her eyes came to rest on a tall man and a petite, white-haired woman standing next to him. Pain spread across her chest, an invisible hand squeezing her heart. Jake’s parents. She hadn’t seen them since his funeral, which until this week had been the worst day of her life. They were stone-faced, staring straight ahead. She clenched her fists, refusing to let herself feel that pain and guilt again. But how she wished she could talk to Jake, to cry on his shoulder as he held her.

The service at the grave was blessedly short, and as the casket was lowered into the earth, Harrison, Kate’s father, stood there unmoving, staring at it. Kate locked her hand in his, and he lingered a few moments more, his face unreadable. All at once, he looked much older than his sixty-eight years, the deep lines around his mouth even more pronounced. Kate was suddenly overwhelmed with sorrow, and she reached out to one of the folding chairs to steady herself.

Lily’s death would leave an enormous void in all of their lives. She had been the strong center around which the family revolved, and the organizer of Harrison’s life, the one who arranged and managed their packed social calendar. An elegant woman who was the product of the Evans family’s great wealth, she had been taught from childhood that her good fortune obliged her to give back to the community. Lily had served on several philanthropic boards and had headed her own charitable foundation–­–­the Evans-Michaels Family Trust–­–­which awarded grants to organizations dedicated to victims of domestic violence and child abuse. Kate had watched her mother over the years as she presided over her board, tirelessly raised money, and even made herself personally available to help the women who came to the shelter, and yet Lily had always been there for her. Yes, she’d had nannies, but it had been Lily who’d tucked her in every night, Lily who had never missed a school event, Lily who’d wiped her tears and celebrated her successes. In some ways, it had been daunting to be Lily’s daughter—­she seemed to do it all with such grace and ease. But at her core had been a strength of purpose that drove her, and Kate had sometimes imagined her mother finally relaxing her straight posture and perfect demeanor when she closed the door of her own bedroom. Kate had promised herself that if she ever had kids, she’d be the same kind of mother one day.

Kate put her arm through her father’s, nudging him away from the canopy, where the cold air was thick with the nauseating smell of hothouse roses and lilies. With Simon on her other side, the three of them walked to the waiting limousine. She slid with relief into the cocooned darkness of the car and glanced out the window. Her breath caught when she glimpsed Blaire, standing alone, hands clasped in front of her. Kate had to stop herself from pressing the window down and calling out to her. It had been fifteen years since they’d spoken, but the sight of her made it feel like they had been together just yesterday.

Simon and Kate’s house in Worthington Valley was a short drive from the cemetery, but there’d been no question anyway of holding the funeral reception at Lily and Harrison’s home, where she had died. Her father hadn’t returned since the night he discovered his wife’s body.

When they arrived, Kate hurried to the front door ahead of the others, wanting a few moments to check on her daughter before people began to pour into the house. She quickly mounted the stairs to the second floor. Simon and Kate had agreed that it was best for their young daughter, just shy of five, to be shielded from the trauma of the funeral, but Kate wanted to check in on her now.

Lily had been so thrilled the day Kate told her she was pregnant. She’d adored Annabelle from the moment she was born, and had lavished attention on her without any of the limits she’d put on Kate, laughing as she said, I get to spoil her. You are the one who gets to correct her. Would Annabelle remember her grandmother as the years progressed, Kate wondered? The thought made her falter, her foot slipping from the top step, and she gripped the banister as she reached the landing and headed to her child’s room.

When she peeked in, Annabelle was playing contentedly with her dollhouse, looking mercifully sheltered from the tragic events of the last days. Hilda, her nanny, looked up as Kate entered.

Mommy. Annabelle rose and ran to Kate and threw her arms around her waist. I missed you.

Kate drew her daughter into her arms and nuzzled her neck. I missed you too, sweetheart. She sat in the rocker, pulling Annabelle onto her lap. I want to have a talk with you, and then we’ll go downstairs together. You remember I told you that Grammy went to be in heaven?

Annabelle looked at her solemnly. Yes, she answered, her lip trembling.

Kate ran her fingers through the child’s curls. Well, there are lots of people downstairs. They came because they want to tell us how much they loved Grammy. Isn’t that nice of them?

Annabelle nodded, her eyes wide and unblinking.

They want us to know that they’ll never forget her. And we won’t either, will we?

I want to see Grammy. I don’t want her to be in heaven.

Oh sweetie, you will see her again, I promise. One day you will see her again. She held Annabelle to her, trying to keep her own tears from falling. Now, let’s go downstairs and say hello to everyone. They’ve been very kind to come and be with us today. You may come down and say hello to Granddaddy and our friends and then come back upstairs to play. Okay? Kate rose and took Annabelle’s hand, nodding at Hilda, who followed them.

Downstairs, they made their way through the crush of well-wishers who’d arrived, but after fifteen minutes, Kate asked Hilda to take Annabelle back to her playroom. She continued moving around on her own, greeting people, but grief made her hands shake and her breath come in short gasps, as if the air were being gobbled up by the crowd. The living room was wall-to-wall people.

Across the room, Selby Haywood and her mother, Georgina Hathaway, stood in a tight circle with Harrison. Nostalgia swept over Kate as she looked at them. So many good memories—­summers at the beach from the time she and Selby were kids, splashing in the surf and building sand castles while their mothers looked on. Georgina had been one of her mother’s closest friends, and the two women had always loved that their daughters were good friends as well. It was a different kind of friendship from the one Kate had had with Blaire, though. She and Selby had been thrown together by their mothers—­Kate and Blaire had chosen each other. They’d clicked from the start, as if there’d been a special understanding between them. She’d been able to open her very soul to Blaire, something she’d never experienced with Selby.

A hand on her elbow made her turn, and she was face-to-face with the woman who had been like a sister to her for so many of her formative years. She collapsed into Blaire’s arms and wept.

Oh, Kate. I still can’t believe it. Blaire’s breath was hot against her ear as she hugged Kate to her. I loved her so.

After a moment, Kate pulled away and took Blaire’s hands in hers. She loved you too. I’m so glad you’re here. Kate’s eyes filled again. It was surreal to see Blaire standing here, in her home, after all their years of estrangement. They’d meant so much to each other once.

Blaire had hardly changed—­her long dark hair hung in thick waves, her green eyes were still sparkling, the faint hint of laugh lines around them the only evidence that time had passed. Blaire had always been stylish, but now she looked sleek and expensive, like she belonged to another, far more glamorous world. Of course, she was a famous writer now. A swell of gratitude enveloped Kate. She needed Blaire to know how much it meant to her that she’d come, that she was the part of Kate’s past that held so many good memories, and that she understood better than any of her other friends the anguish of this loss. It made her feel suddenly a little less alone.

Your being here means so much. Can we go into another room where we can talk privately? Kate’s voice was tentative. She was unsure of what Blaire would say, or if she was even willing to talk about the past, but seeing her made Kate want that more than anything.

Of course, Blaire said without hesitation.

Kate led her into the library, where they settled together on the deep leather couch. After a short silence, she spoke. I know it must have been hard for you to be here, but I had to call you. Thank you so much for coming.

Of course. I had to come. For Lily—­ Blaire paused briefly before adding, And for you.

Is your husband here? Kate asked.

No, he couldn’t make it. He’s traveling for the new book, but he understood that I needed to be here.

Kate shook her head. I’m so glad you are. Mother would be too. She hated that we never made up. She fingered the tissue in her hands. I think about that fight a lot. The horrible things we said. The memories came flooding back, filling her with regret.

I never should have questioned your decision to marry Simon. It was wrong, Blaire said.

We were so young . . . so foolish to let it rip our friendship apart.

You don’t know how many times I thought of calling you, to talk it out, but I was afraid you would hang up on me, Blaire said.

Kate looked down at the tissue in her hands, now shredded into pieces. I thought about calling you too, but the longer I waited, the harder it was. I can’t believe it’s taken my mother’s murder to finally do it. But she would be so glad to see us together. Lily had been terribly upset about their fight. She’d broached it with Kate over the years, always trying to get her to reach out to Blaire with an olive branch. Now Kate regretted her stubborn resistance. She raised her eyes. I can’t believe that I’ll never see her again. It was so brutal, her death. It makes me sick to think about it.

Blaire leaned in closer. It’s horrible, she said, and Kate sensed a gentle questioning tone in her voice.

I’m not sure how much you’ve heard—­I’ve been avoiding the papers, Kate said. But Dad came home Friday night and found her. Her voice quavered, and she choked back sobs before going on.

Blaire was shaking her head, quiet as Kate continued.

She was in the living room . . . lying on the floor, her head . . . someone hit her head. Kate swallowed.

Do they think it was a break-in? Blaire asked.

Apparently a window was smashed, but there were no other signs of forced entry.

Do the police have any idea who did this?

No. They didn’t find a weapon. They searched everywhere. They talked to neighbors, but nobody heard or saw anything unusual. But you know how secluded their house is—­their closest neighbor is a quarter mile away. The coroner said she died sometime between five and eight. Kate twisted her hands together. I can’t bear to think that while my mother was being murdered, I was here just going about my business.

You couldn’t have known, Kate.

Kate nodded. She knew Blaire was right, but that didn’t change how she felt. While she had been making a cup of tea or reading her daughter a bedtime story, someone had brutally taken her mother’s life.

Blaire frowned and put her hand on Kate’s. She wouldn’t want you thinking like that. You know that, right?

I’ve missed you, Kate sobbed.

I’m here now.

Thank you. Kate sniffled. They embraced again, Kate clinging to Blaire as if she were a life preserver that could keep her from sinking into her deep and terrible grief. As they were leaving the room, Blaire stopped and gave Kate a quizzical look.

Was that Jake’s parents at the church earlier?

Kate nodded. I was surprised to see them. I don’t think they came to the house, though. I suppose they just wanted to pay their respects to Mother and leave. She felt a lump in her throat. I can’t blame them for not wanting to talk to me.

Blaire started to speak, then simply gave her a sad look and another hug.

I guess I should get back to my guests now, Kate said.

She went through the rest of the day in a daze. After everyone had gone, Simon had holed up in his office to handle a work crisis while Kate roamed restlessly from room to room. She had been anxious for everyone to leave, for the day of her mother’s funeral to be over, but now the house felt eerily quiet. Everywhere she looked, it seemed, there was another sympathy card or flower arrangement.

She finally sat down in the recliner in the study, leaning her head back, and closed her eyes, weary and sad. She had almost dozed off when a vibration at her side made her open her eyes. Her phone. In the pocket of her dress. She pulled it out, pressed her thumb to unlock it, and saw Private Caller where the phone number should be. She read the incoming text.

Such a beautiful day for a funeral. I enjoyed watching you watch them lower your mother into the ground. Your beautiful face was mottled and swollen from crying. But I delighted in seeing your world fall apart. You think you’re sad now, just wait. By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll wish you had been buried today.

Was this some kind of sick joke?

Who is this? she typed, waiting for a response, but nothing came. She shot up from the chair, her heart thudding wildly against her chest, and ran from the room, her breath coming in short bursts. Simon! she yelled as she sprinted down the hall. Call the police.


A deep sadness filled Blaire as she followed the long line of cars to the reception at Kate’s house. It seemed impossible that Lily was dead, even more impossible that she’d been murdered. Why would anyone want to harm someone as kind and loving as Lily Michaels? Blaire fought back the tears that had been coming all morning. Gripping the steering wheel, she took a deep breath and willed herself to remain calm. She continued up the tree-lined driveway to Kate and Simon’s elegant estate, where a valet greeted her. She stopped the Maserati and got out, handing the keys to the uniformed young man.

The stone house sat on a rise overlooking a green meadow that sloped down to large stables with a paddock. It was horse country, home of the world-famous Maryland Hunt Cup. Blaire would never forget the first time she’d attended the race with Kate and her parents on a sunny day in April. The excited crowd had gathered around cars and small tents as they tailgated with mimosas and waited for post time. Blaire, a novice, had been taking riding lessons at the Mayfield School, but Kate was practically born in the saddle. Blaire had learned during her lessons that timber races were much like a steeplechase. She watched in fascination as horse and rider scaled wood fences almost five feet high. Lily was in high spirits that day, spreading out the feast she’d brought in the wicker picnic basket on a beautiful flowered tablecloth she put down on a folding table. She’d always done everything with such grace and elegance. Now she was gone, and Blaire was just one of the crowd of mourners that filled Kate and Simon’s home.

Blaire was so nervous about seeing her old friend, but the second she approached her, so many old feelings flooded back. Kate even pulled her aside for a heart-to-heart, and they were able to share a moment of grieving together for Lily. Looking around, Blaire thought the house was just as stately as the one Kate had grown up in. It was still hard to reconcile the image of the carefree twenty-three-year-old girl that Blaire had known with the mistress of this imposingly formal house. Blaire had heard that Simon, an architect, had designed and built it to look historic. Simon was one person who wasn’t going to be happy that Blaire was back. Not that she cared about his opinion. She was ready to reconnect with the other friends she hadn’t seen in years and put him out of her mind.

The library she’d walked past on the way to this room had made her want to stop and linger. It soared two stories high, with an entire wall of tall windows. The dark wood walls and ceiling gleamed in the sunlight, and a wooden staircase spiraled to the loft filled with more books. The dark Persian rug and leather furniture added to the antique feel of the room–­–­a space where a reader could be transported back in time. Blaire had felt the urge to climb those stairs and run her hand along the thick wooden banister, to lose herself in the books.

But instead, she’d continued to the vast living room, where appetizers were now being passed by waitstaff and white wine offered on trays. The space was immense and filled with light, which made it cheerful, if not cozy. Blaire took note of the high ceiling with its intricate crown molding and the original paintings on the walls. They were the same kind of works that she’d seen in Kate’s parents’ house, with the smooth patina of age and wealth. The wide-plank floor was covered with an enormous oriental rug of dark maroon and blue. Blaire noticed the fraying fringe on one corner and a few spots that looked a bit threadbare. Of course—­she smiled wryly to herself—­it had probably been in the family for years and years.

She looked across the room at the gawky man standing by the bar, her eyes drawn to the bow tie around his neck. Who wears a bow tie to a funeral? She had never gotten used to the Maryland obsession with them. Okay, maybe in prep school, but once you were a grown man, only to a formal affair. She knew her old friends wouldn’t agree, but as far as she was concerned, they belonged only on Pee-wee Herman or Bozo the clown. Once she registered his face, however, it made sense. Gordon Barton. A year or two ahead of them in school, he had trailed after Kate like a lost puppy when they were young. He’d been a weird and creepy kid, always staring at her for long moments in conversation, making her wonder what was going on in his head.

He caught her eye and walked over.

Hello, Gordon.

Blaire. Blaire Norris. His squinty eyes held no warmth.

It’s Barrington now, she told him.

His eyebrows shot up. Oh, that’s right. You’re married. I must say, you’ve become quite well known.

She didn’t really care for him, but his acknowledgment of her literary success pleased her nonetheless. He had always been such a tight-ass, so superior as he looked down his nose at her.

He shook his head. Terrible thing about Lily, just terrible.

She felt her eyes fill again. It’s horrifying. I still can’t believe it.

"Of course. We’re all quite shocked, of course. I mean, murder. Here. Unthinkable."

The room was filled with people who had lined up to pay their respects to Kate and her father, who stood by the mantel, both looking as though they were in a trance. Harrison was ashen, staring straight ahead, not focusing on anything.

Please excuse me, Blaire said to Gordon. I haven’t had the chance to speak with Kate’s father yet. She made her way toward the fireplace. Kate was swallowed up by the crowd before Blaire reached them, but Harrison’s eyes widened as she approached.

Blaire. His voice was warm.

She moved into his open arms, and he hugged her tight. She was ricocheted back in time as she breathed in the scent of his aftershave, and she felt a poignant sadness for all the years they’d missed. When he straightened, he pulled a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his face, clearing his throat a few times before he was able to speak.

My beautiful Lily. Who would do such a thing? His voice cracked, and he winced as if in physical pain.

I’m so sorry, Harrison. Words can’t convey . . .

His eyes dulled again, and he dropped her hand, twisting the handkerchief until it was a tight ball. Before Blaire could say anything more, Georgina Hathaway strode over.

Blaire’s heart sank. She’d never liked either mother or daughter. She’d heard somewhere that Georgina was a widow now, that Bishop Hathaway had died some years ago from complications of Parkinson’s disease. The news surprised her. Bishop was always such a vibrant man, athletic and toned, with a runner’s body. He’d been the life of the party and the last to leave. It must have been torture for him to watch his body wither away. She used to wonder what he saw in Georgina, who was more self-involved than Narcissus.

When the woman put her hand on Harrison’s shoulder, he looked up, and she handed him a tumbler filled with amber liquid Blaire assumed was bourbon, his old favorite. Harrison, dear, this will settle your nerves.

He took the glass from her wordlessly and swallowed a large gulp.

Blaire hadn’t seen Georgina Hathaway in over fifteen years, but she looked practically the same, not a wrinkle to be found on her creamy skin, no doubt due to the services of a skilled plastic surgeon. She still wore her hair in a chic bob and looked smart in a black silk suit. The only jewelry she wore today was a simple strand of pearls around her pale neck and the exquisite emerald-and-diamond wedding ring she’d always sported.

Georgina gave Blaire a tight-lipped smile. Blaire, what a surprise to see you here. I hadn’t realized you and Kate were still in touch. She still sounded like a character from a 1940s movie, her accent some blend of British and finishing school lockjaw.

Blaire opened her mouth to answer, but Georgina turned back to Harrison before she could utter a word. Why don’t we go have a seat in the luncheon area?

She certainly wasn’t wasting any time staking her claim on Harrison, Blaire thought, though hopefully he had the good sense to avoid getting romantically involved with her. The first time Blaire had gone to Selby’s house, it was a hot June day at the end of eighth grade, when Kate insisted on bringing her along to sit by the pool. She’d never seen an Olympic-sized pool at a private home before. It looked like something out of a resort, with potted palm trees, waterfalls, an enormous hot tub area, and a four-room pool house decorated more lavishly than Blaire’s own house in New Hampshire. Blaire was wearing a new lime-green string bikini she’d just gotten at the mall and thought looked sensational on her. The hot sun felt good on her skin, and she dipped a toe into the sparkling blue water.

After they swam for most of the morning, the housekeeper had brought lunch out for them. They

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  • (4/5)
    Horrifying and captivating! If you have some great stories like this one, you can publish it on Novel Star, just submit your story to hardy@novelstar.top or joye@novelstar.top
  • (5/5)
    This book was a real page turner! I couldn’t put it down and read it in a few hours!!
  • (3/5)
    A bit to slow in parts, but enjoyable nonetheless.
  • (3/5)
    A great book to read in a snowstorm! Psychological suspense, and a real page turner, but it did get a little hard to believe at times, hense only 3 stars.
  • (3/5)
    The murder of Lily Michaels sets off an unexpected chain of events that threatens to destroy her daughter Kate when it appears that the murderer is intent on making her the next victim.This story introduces readers to a lot of characters; unfortunately, there’s not a particularly likable one in the crowd. Kate’s anxiety over the threats she’s receiving quickly morphs into whiney ad nauseum histrionics; her tumble into annoying, over-the-top behavior seems out of character for a pediatric cardiothoracic surgeon [even a threatened one]. Blaire, in contrast, becomes a tenacious force to be reckoned with when she sets her mind on something.The story unfolds through dual points of view, alternating between Kate and Blaire. Plot twists and unexpected reveals keep the narrative moving in unexpected directions, but astute readers will discern most of the answers long before the big reveals. There’s a strong sense of place and the fascinating glimpse into the world of the uber-rich is like a guilty pleasure until the story tumbles into the domain of “Dynasty” eye-rolling soap opera implausibility; the unexpected out-of-left-field ending is likely to leave readers shaking their heads in befuddlement. Nevertheless, the betrayals, lies, and secrets are what drive the telling of this tale and the mystery of the murder in this quick read story wraps up quite nicely.
  • (3/5)
    Kate is devastated by the murder of her mother. The only bright spot is Blaire who has shown up to the funeral. They had been best friends since childhood until a falling out over Kate's marriage. But they quickly rekindle their old friendship and Kate needs a friend as it seems she may be the killer's next target.I had mixed fixed feelings about I Saw You, the psychological thriller by Liv Constantine. The story is told from the perspectives of both Kate and Blaire. There's plenty of plot twists that keeps the story moving at a fairly brisk pace but unfortunately the story was marred by mostly unlikeable characters. Kate especially became tedious as she becomes progressively more paranoid and whiney. I mean, yes, she's being targetted but its hard to accept that a paediatric heart surgeon would fall apart quite so quickly. In contrast, Blaire seems strong and determined although many of her decisions seem somewhat immature. My strongest criticism however has to go to the ending - despite the fact that it was fairly easy to spot the perp, the explanation for their behaviour seemed more than a little contrived. Still, the story did keep my attention despite these annoyances so I do recommend it although with reservations. Thanks to Edelweiss + and Harper Publishers for the opportunity to read this book in exchange for an honest review
  • (4/5)
    I preferred her first book. The mental health issues not well done. The story line moved. The main characters were not sympathetic, in fact they were a little annoying. Behaviors did not seem real.
  • (4/5)
    The Last Time I Saw YouBy Liv ConstantineWhat it's all about...So...here is what we have with this book. Two childhood friends...Kate and Blair...separated by a misunderstanding...but brought back together by the murder of Kate’s mother Lily. Lily literally raised both of these girls. Blaire steps in to help Kate. Kate has reason to believe that someone is trying to now harm/kill her. There are an amazing amount of twists and turns in this book...so many that my head was constantly buzzing! My thoughts after reading this book...As I stated before there were lots of surprises in this book. It’s not a great idea for me to describe them. This is one of those books that is best just read and enjoyed. What I loved best...I really did enjoy not knowing who the killer was until nearly the end. And even then I was surprised! What potential readers might want to know...Readers who enjoy a wild ride with their chiller/thriller books should enjoy this one. Sometimes the characters grew annoying...especially Kate...but that was all a part of the excitement of this book. I received this book from the publisher through Edelweiss. It was my choice to read and review it.
  • (3/5)
    Kate seems to have it all – she’s got an excellent career, a wonderful husband and daughter, a beautiful house, and she’s an heiress to a large fortune. One night Kate’s mother, Lily, is murdered at home. At Lily’s funeral, Kate reconnects with an old friend Blaire. After the funeral, Kate receives a creepy anonymous text message and to make matter worse, the police haven’t found the killer yet. Blaire is determined to solve the mystery and in the process of investigating, she uncovers some secrets.It would have been a 4 star except the very end dragged on for me a little too much and I guessed what some of the twists were.Thank you to NetGalley and HarperCollins Publishers for allowing me to read an advanced reader copy in exchange for an honest review.
  • (4/5)
    The Last Time I Saw You by Liv Constantine is a psychological thriller about the dysfunction of Baltimore high society. Dr. Kate English has it all: she is a physician, wife and mother, living in a showcase home and is also the heiress to a family fortune. Tragedy strikes when her mother Lily is brutally murdered and the police haven't a clue who the perpetrator could be. Blaire Barrington, Kate's best friend in earlier years, comes to the funeral to offer her support and to help unearth information about the murder. Soon after the funeral, Kate begins to receive threatening texts promising that she is next. The tension intensifies till Kate becomes paranoid and starts doubting the integrity of several people in her life. Who could have killed Lily and is the same person coming for her? Suspicions of infidelity, betrayals and dishonesty only succeed to confuse. The resolution will astonish. This is a great title for beach or cottage reading. Thank you to Harper Collins Publishers and NetGalley for the e-ARC in exchange for an honest review.
  • (5/5)
    Lindas Book Obsession Reviews "The Last Time I Saw You" by Liv Constantine, Harper, May 7, 2019WOW! WOW! WOW! Liv Constantine, (Authors) of "The Last Time I Saw You" have written an intense, captivating, intriguing, chilling, unpredictable, page-turning novel. The Genres for this Novel are Mystery, Thriller, Suspense and Fiction. I couldn't put this  book down, and read it in one sitting.  This is another novel, by the same authors, where I was at the edge of my seat, and any sound made me jump. The time-line for this novel is in the present. The authors describe the characters as complex and complicated. So many of the characters seem suspect of the crimes at hand.Dr. Kate English, looks like she has the perfect life. She has a gorgeous young daughter, is a physician, has a family, and is extremely wealthy.  Kate's mother has been brutally murdered. It seems that  Kate's mother was beloved by many, and yet there seems to be suspects who are close to Kate.Soon, Kate starts getting deadly gifts, and strange threatening notes, where it is obvious that someone wants to harm or kill Kate. Kate's friend Blair starts trying to investigate and come up with answers, that the Police haven't been able to find.This novel reminds me of "Gaslight", and Kate is doubting many of the things she is doing. It is like a game of cat and mouse. It is deadly. Who is/are the killers?  Why is Kate being threatened?  I highly recommend this amazing novel to readers who enjoy chilling thrillers.
  • (2/5)
    A special thank you to Edelweiss and HarperCollins for an ARC in exchange for an honest review.Dr. Kate English is easily envied. She is the heiress to a large fortune, has a beautiful home and gorgeous family, and a successful career. But when her mother, Lily, is brutally murdered, everything comes crashing down and things are not as they appear.Kate reconnects with her estranged best friend, Blaire, who rushes to be by her side in her greatest time of need. The two put aside their differences, and it is as if no time has passed.The grief is quickly replaced by fear when Kate starts to receive threatening messages. Although it is not apparent who is responsible for killing her mother, one thing is for certain, Kate is next. Blair decides to take matters into her own hands, to try and find Lily's killer, and in the process, alienates anyone that is close to Kate.Secrets, lies, infidelity, and betrayal—things are not as they appear on the surface of high society in Baltimore.I don't like to give negative reviews, I really, really don't...however this one just didn't do anything for me. The writing was not great. There were little to no conjunctions or connecting words, instead there was short, choppy staccato sentences and after a while, this is exhausting to read. The characters lacked depth, and the story was completely underwhelming.The writers seemed to struggle with pace, and plot as a whole. Just when things seemed to get moving, there would be an abrupt shift in focus to tertiary characters that were confusing to keep track of because there were so many. As far as the ending, I certainly won't spoil anything, other than to say that again, the pacing was off and it was rushed. That being said, I have heard incredibly positive things about The Last Mrs. Parrish and will for sure give that one a chance.
  • (4/5)
    This was my first Liv Constantine book and it won't be my last.The characters are believable, like them or hate them, and the story pulls you in. During my reading, I came up with every possible answer as to who the proper suspect was, and then I eliminated all of them and started again. Several times. I like that in a book! Kept me there, waiting for that "aha" moment with lots of surprises along the way. I have to say that when I finally believed I had the whole thing nailed down tight, well, I didn't. Great story, great characters, twists galore....what more does one need? This book covers marriage, friendship, lies and truths. It's so much fun figuring out who belongs in what category!I won this book from Suzy Approved Book Reviews and I thank her and the publisher for my copy.